September 29, 2017

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BLACK TEA

Suppression supersedes my simmering mind I quiet myself Lowering the temperature So my sadness stops squeaking out   I’m sick of voicing my own sorrow Sick of sickness Hungering for warmth in my chest That first sip that slips past my vital parts   Now I write to peeling walls and piling wants Sorrow is too tender a word for my mood I sink through sheets of my own schemes My silver tongue speaks to you While I choke on...

BREEZING

  • September 29, 2017
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“Do you like breezing?” One of my bright faced students asked sweetly. “What does that mean?” I asked suddenly unsure of myself. “Going to the beach and hanging out” “Oh,” I laughed, “yes, I love breezing!” This was one of my first conversations with a student of mine in Barbados (let’s call her Lil K). I was already mesmerized by her sweetness and curiosity. This particular student became very dear to me. Her family is made of the greatest stuff....

THOUGHTFUL

“You’re really thoughtful… I mean that in a good way” – one of those confusing compliments I have received from a friend. I didn’t think thoughtfulness could be a bad thing, but the truth is my thoughtfulness has not always brought good into my life. My days are spent thinking deeply about everything from my purpose in life to why the Rice Krispies® guys outfits are so eclectic. Sometimes it gets exhausting, but my brain has made it clear that...